never said nothing, did we, Gert? Well, about twelve o'clock we
heard Leo come in, and he come upstairs, and he let out a yell--'My
God!' he says--"

But at the recollection of Leo's discovery of the sheeted form, or
the pail of water, or whatever had awaited him at the top of the
stairs, Miss Garvey's voice would fail entirely, and Miss Kelly
would also lay her head down on her desk, and sob with mirth. It was
infectious, everyone else laughed, too.

To-day Susan, perceiving something amiss with Miss Thornton,
sauntered the length of the office, and leaned over the older
woman's desk. Miss Thornton was scribbling a little list of edibles,
her errand boy waiting beside her. Tea and canned tomatoes were
bought by the girls every day, to help out the dry lunches they
brought from home, and almost every day the collection of dimes and
nickels permitted a "wreath-cake" also, a spongy, glazed confection
filled with chopped nuts and raisins. The tomatoes, bubbling hot and
highly seasoned, were quite as much in demand as was the tea, and
sometimes two or three girls made their entire lunch up by enlarging
this list with cheese, sausages and fruit.

"Mad about something," asked Susan, when the list for to-day was
finished.

Miss Thornton, under "2 wreath" wrote hastily, "Boiling! Tell you
later," and turned it about for Susan to read, before she erased it.

"Shall I get that?" she asked, for the benefit of the attentive
office.